Friday, April 23, 2010

The Joy of Life

There are enough good things to happen in the first five minutes of every morning to make you grateful and filled with joy. First off, that breathe is there to keep us going. That life continued throughout the night. That your mind works and you are aware that it is a new day. That you have a bed to sleep in and blankets to toss off as the day begins. Even if life is hard and there are difficulties lying ahead of you, being alive grants us the ability to change the things we can and to not worry about the things we cannot change. We wake with the ability to smile and laugh. We face each new day with the choice before us to love someone, even if its at a distance or hold a deep and ugly grudge for something we feed and then allow to consume us.

This morning, I woke to rain drops falling on the roof, chores to be done and then lots of things that need to be done in the house. Ironing, cleaning, de-cluttering etc etc etc... I decided to be grateful that I have the ability and health to accomplish these things, and then headed out the back door to the world that fills me with awe each and every day. A great blue heron flying over low. Iris blooming. The scent of roses filling the air. Goats and chickens anxious to see me, yes, I know its because I am feeding them, but the goats do seem to be fond of me in a more human like way. The little kids leaping about from tree stump to tree stump and then they decide to jump all over me with their muddy little hooves, so much for my clean jeans !

Sitting on the stanchion to milk Licorice, I notice squirrels playing in the trees and hear birds chirping. The kittens in the barn are just now moving about and meowing loudly for mom to come to their aid. I love the sound of the milk filling the shinning stainless steel milk pail.

The milking barn smells of hay, sweet feed and milk. Good things.

After milking and animal chores are done, I head to the garden. Its muddy after the rain and large drops fall from the trees above me, small puddles falling on my head, or so it feels.

I hunt to find asparagus in the grass, and once again find more than enough for today's eating. The long tender stalks fill the corner of the basket, leaving lots of room for roses. Grateful for my boots in the wet grass. The basket fills with heavenly scented pink, yellow and red roses. Far nicer than those that can be purchased in the store. These roses smell so good, maybe the kind of scent they have written fine poetry about. There is great joy in this day and it is but young. Life is good ! So many things to count as blessings.

About Me

Just wanting to live simply in a complex world.
simple living isn't about living backwards, its about living an uncomplicated life that is based on love, friendships and the basics. Anything beyond that is simply the frosting on the cake and admittedly frosting is good when it doesn't come with a price that makes you loose vision of what really counts in life or overpowers the flavor of the cake.